Wan Yankang and the others hurried up, day and night, and traveled nearly 2,000 miles in five days. In order to prevent leakage of news, the group did not rest at the post station, and only looked for an inn to rest when they encountered a suitable town.

When the little white dragon has just reached adulthood, he doesn't ride much on weekdays, but this long journey shows the demeanor of a divine horse.

Ye Siming and the others rode a rare horse, and only one person and two riders could catch up with the speed of the little white dragon.

When they arrived at the foot of Shaolin Temple Mountain, they were already sleepy and tired, and several people found the best inn to live in and rested for one night. Early the next morning, the people left their horses at the inn, and left Ma Tie alone to guard them, and went straight up the mountain.

Long song tour treasure land, leaning on the pearl forest in vain.

The wild goose pagoda is ancient and the dragon pond is deep.

The garden is clear and sunset, and His Royal Highness is in autumn.

The return road is late, and the mountain cicadas are chanting everywhere.

Walking in the Shaomu Mountain, looking at the surrounding woods swaying, and the temple in the distance was already faintly visible, Wan Yankang suddenly remembered this Tang poem and recited it.

"Young master, you did a really good job of this poem!" Tian Dali clapped his hands and praised.

After Yan Kang instructed on the road, when he came out, he was called the young master.

"You mallet, this poem was written by a poet of the Tang Dynasty! So that you don't read on weekdays. Luo San mercilessly attacked Tian Dali.

Before Tian Dali entered the Divine Soldier Base, he followed Yan Kang to read some books every day, and after arriving at the base, he practiced martial arts very diligently among the small soldiers, and his force value has always been among the best. But as soon as it was time for reading and class, this product fell asleep for days, and it was useless for the teacher to play no matter how many hands he played.

In the past few years, Tian has worked hard, and his skin is rough and thick, and after Xu Daosheng broke a few ring rulers, he finally gave up this piece of rotten wood.

Luo San is both civil and military, but he was vigorously pressed by Tian in terms of force value, and he usually lost nine times out of ten times in personal martial arts competitions, and he was beaten every time his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and the two often pinched each other.

Tian Dali has been fighting with Luo San for a day or two, but he didn't care about Luo Sanyi's stabbing after listening to Luo San's words, so he turned his head and asked Yan Kang again: "Young master, this Shaolin Temple is not famous in the rivers and lakes, why did we come all the way to this monk temple to learn martial arts?" ”

Shaolin Temple more than 100 years ago, because Xiao Yuanshan broke out the abbot of Xuanci and Ye Erniang, although Xuanci committed suicide, but Shaolin's reputation was still very damaged, and then the mountain was closed for a time.

For more than 100 years, Shaolin has kept a low profile, and the disciples have not walked down the mountain much, although it is still a famous sect at this time, its reputation in the rivers and lakes is far inferior to that of the Quanzhen Sect.

After Yan Kang was taught at the Qiu, Tian Xiaowan was taken back to Zhongnan Mountain, Tian Dali naturally heard more about the prestige of the Quanzhen Sect, the first sect in the world, and couldn't understand why Yan Kang wanted to give up the easy and difficult, and came all the way to Shaolin to learn martial arts.

Wan Yankang smiled and shook his head: "Do you wait, Shaolin Temple was famous back then, and there was a saying on the rivers and lakes that the world's martial arts came out of Shaolin, which can be seen from this." ”

As soon as the words fell, I suddenly heard a voice from the side: "It's also a bit of insight!" ”

Several people were immediately alert, raised their heads and looked at the place where the sound came from, and Ye Siming even held a bow in his hand as a precaution.

I saw where the voice came from, a brown monk's robe flashed in the forest, and there was no one in a few vertical jumps.

Ye Siming and the others all looked solemn, this Shaolin Temple is a random monk, there is such a martial arts, and the little contempt before has been thrown out of the clouds.

Wan Yankang took a deep look at the monk, only to feel that this person's martial arts were not under the Qiu Zhiji, and his heart was even more shocked, and told Tian Dali and others not to talk too much when they arrived in front of the temple.

Everyone walked in the mountains and forests for half an hour, only to see that the eyes suddenly opened up, at the end of the bluestone road, the gray high walls on both sides stretched, the middle of the gate as high as two zhang wide open, hanging a plaque above, three big characters on it.

Shaolin Temple!

On weekdays, there are many believers in Shaolin Temple who burn incense and make vows, but these believers either come alone or come from both men and women. The two monks at the gate of the temple saw that there were strong men and young men, and most of them carried weapons, and one of them also stepped into a big bow, so they had not seen it before, and their hearts were a little more vigilant.

The first monk on the left took a few steps forward: "Amitabha, all the donors have come to the temple to make incense, and you must know that you are not allowed to carry weapons when you enter the temple." ”

Wan Yankang clasped his palms and said: "The boy and others are from the name of Shaolin martial arts, and they want to worship under the Shaolin sect to learn martial arts, not to enter the temple to enter the incense, please ask the master to inform the abbot of your temple." ”

As soon as Yan Kang's words came out, the monk showed a little embarrassed look on his face, how could there be a little kid who came to see the abbot.

Fortunately, although the monk is young, he welcomes guests at the door all the year round, and he has also practiced a few eyesights. After seeing Yan Kang's age, he had an extraordinary face, and the three Ye Siming who followed him were all very strong, and he knew that this person was extraordinary. Although he secretly sighed in his heart, his words were quite polite: "This little benefactor, but you know the abbot?" ”

"I don't know each other!" Wan Yankang also realized that he was a little abrupt, this Shaolin abbot is at least the chairman of a large company in modern times, how can he say that he will see him, at least he has to make an appointment first! Could it be that he couldn't show his identity first, and he sneaked here, if his identity was exposed at this gate, maybe the news would be transmitted back to Zhongdu.

When Yan Kang was finishing his head, a person turned out from behind the temple gate, and said to Wan Yan Kang: "Amitabha, little donor, please follow the poor monk into the temple." ”

I saw that this monk was dressed in a brown monk's robe, quite tall, with a standard Chinese face, his head was bare, not only had no hair, but even his eyebrows were shaved.

Originally, a big bald head with no eyebrows in front of him would make anyone feel full of joy, but this monk is extraordinary, but his face is full of majesty, and there is a sense of compassion in the majesty.

When the two Zhike monks saw this person, they hurriedly clasped their palms together and saluted: "I've seen the first seat." ”

After listening to the monk's voice, Yan Kang suddenly felt a little familiar, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he pointed to the monk and said in surprise: "You are the person in the woods just now!" ”

The eyebrowless monk smiled slightly: "It's the poor monk." ”

Wanyan Kang was overjoyed, judging from the reaction of the monk who knew the guest, this eyebrowless monk should be a senior monk in the temple, and there should be no problem in introducing the abbot.

"Boy, thank you, master, I don't know if my brothers may enter the temple together?"

The eyebrows-free monk pondered for a moment and said: "The poor monk can only lead the little donor to see the abbot, if these donors want to enter the temple, please put down their weapons and wait in the front temple." ”

Where can Ye Siming and the others rest assured that Yan Kang will go in alone, so they will naturally follow up and wait nearby.

After entering the temple, there is a big hall in front of it, it looks like it is splendid, there are many pilgrims in and out of the hall, there is a Buddha hall on both sides, just slightly smaller, between the three Buddha halls, there are three or two monks who sweep the fallen leaves there.

After the Wumei monk led Yan Kang and the others into the temple, he arrived in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall and said: "All the donors can walk between these three halls, and the little donors will come with me." After speaking, he called a sweeping monk to come over and accompany Ye Siming and the others, and then led Wan Yankang to continue walking.

Bypassing the Daxiong Treasure Hall, there is a wall behind it, a small circular door is opened in the middle, and there are two warrior monks on duty at the door. After entering, you can see that there are at least a dozen Buddha halls stacked on top of each other.

Passing through several Buddha halls, there is the abbot's retreat. Wan Yankang followed the monk Wumei to the door, and before he could knock on the door to inquire, he heard an old and hearty voice from the room: "Tianwu, bring the little donor in." ”

When Yan Kang heard this, he was secretly frightened, he came in with the eyebrow monk, both of them were very light steps, and the footsteps could hardly be heard a few steps away, and the people in this room could actually hear the footsteps through a door, and they could also distinguish the eyebrows monk and his own age, it seemed that he was a great master.

The monk without eyebrows pushed the door in, and Wan Yankang followed, only to see an old monk sitting on a low couch, and there was almost nothing else in the room except this couch.

The eyebrowsless monk walked two steps to the old monk's couch and bent down to salute: "Tianwu has seen the abbot." ”

Wan Yankang also followed the gourd to draw a scoop and made a big salute: "I've seen the abbot." ”

The old monk clasped his hands together, nodded slightly, and returned the salute, then looked up at Wan Yankang.

The room was originally quite dark, and when the old monk looked at Wan Yankang, he only felt that a flash of lightning flashed, and the room was bright.

Wan Yankang was shocked in his heart, the eyes of this old monk had already reached the realm of electricity generation in the void room, and he was higher than Qiu Chuji, a Taoist master.

"Where does the donor come from?" The old monk asked.

"Copying scriptures for the mother." "Pray for the Father." After finishing along the way, Yan Kang thought of several words, and also wanted to joke about "from where you came." ”

But the old monk's blazing eyes seemed to be able to reach the hearts of the people, and Wan Yankang had to say honestly: "The boy Wan Yankang came from the middle of the capital, and wanted to worship under the Shaolin sect to learn martial arts." ”

"Wanyan? The donor is a child of the royal family? ”

"The youngest grandfather is the saint of today, and his father has to be crowned King Zhao."

When the old monk heard this, he closed his eyes slightly, and then opened his eyes again: "It turned out to be the prince of King Zhao." ”

After saying that, he pondered for a moment, and then said: "The old man Guan Shizi has martial arts, but I don't know who to learn from?" ”

"The kid has learned martial arts with several masters, and the inner kung fu is a Changchun real person who studied under the Quanzhen Sect."

Tianwu on the side nodded slightly when he heard this, and when Wan Yankang and the others went up the mountain, they were discovered by Tianwu, and the group was neither like the believers who entered the incense, nor like the people in the rivers and lakes. Tianwu secretly followed in the mountains and forests for a while, and had already discovered that Yan Kang had the foundation of Jin Yangong when he walked, and after listening to Yan Kang's words, he thought that although this child grew up in the royal family, he was quite honest.

The old monk said: "The Quanzhen Sect is the number one sect in the world, and the prince of the world, as a royal noble, can enter the Quanzhen Sect, which can be regarded as complementing each other, why bother to come to the temple to learn some superficial martial arts!" ”

As soon as the old monk's words came out, the intention of refusal was obvious, and Wan Yankang hadn't figured out how to accept it, but Tianwu on the side snorted unconvinced: "Abbot, where is my Shaolin martial arts not as true as Quanzhen!" ”

Wan Yankang hurriedly continued: "The abbot is too modest, the whole Shaolin is like Mount Tai Beidou in today's martial arts. Although the boy first worshiped under the Quanzhen Sect, but Shaolin has been inherited for hundreds of years, and the name of the seventy-two stunts has long been like thunder, and the Quanzhen was founded by the Chongyang Patriarch, and it has only been three generations, and the foundation is only slightly inferior to Shaolin. ”

Wan Yankang's words were just right, which made the old monk and the two of them feel good.

Although the old monk said that Shaolin was not as good as Quanzhen, of course he didn't think so in his heart.

Tianwu even felt that Shaolin was actually better than Quanzhen, but in the past hundred years, Shaolin disciples have walked around the rivers and lakes very little, and their reputation is not as good as that of Quanzhen Sect.

The old monk turned around and smiled at Wan Yankang and said, "The son of the world is not bad, but one daughter can't marry twice, how can one person join two factions?" ”

This was originally a refusal, which meant that Wan Yankang would either withdraw from Quanzhen to enter Shaolin, or he would come and go somewhere. The old monk thought that although Wan Yankang was the emperor's grandson, after all, he was just a child, and this Shaolin Xuewu might just be a whim, so he dealt with it at will and let Wan Yankang know the difficulty and retreat.

Wan Yankang took a deep breath, looked at the old monk, and said seriously: "The master's words are wrong, although a woman cannot marry a second time, a man can marry three wives and four concubines. Master Quanzhen Qiu never allowed the kid to send him to learn the arts, and the kid's archery was learned by the master Ye at the door of Suishicai, and the marksmanship was also taught by other masters. ”

After this, Yan Kang played a trick, although he still practiced martial arts with Ye Siming and others after learning Quanzhen martial arts, but one is the sect's kung fu, the other is personal teaching, and it is completely different from worshipping the two major sects at the same time.

However, Tianwu believed most of the things when he heard this, and only thought that it was because of Wan Yankang's special identity, that the Quanzhen Sect was so generous, since the Quanzhen Sect could be like this, why didn't I Shaolin open the door of convenience, so he turned his head to look at the abbot.

The old monk shook his head again: "Although my Shaolin is famous for martial arts, it attaches more importance to Buddhist cultivation. As a royal nobleman, the prince of the world can never become a monk in my Shaolin, and the foundation of the prince's true internal skills is not shallow, how can I learn my Shaolin martial arts. ”

The old monk said this sincerely, but no one could have imagined that Wan Yankang's purpose was to steal Jiuyang Divine Skill, and other Buddhist martial arts were not important at all.

As soon as the old monk said this, there was a flaw in his words, and Wan Yankang immediately hit the snake with the stick: "The kid has learned Quanzhen internal skills for many years, so naturally he will not change to the internal skills of Buddhism, but there are many Shaolin stunts, and there are always a few that I can learn." ”

Among the various stunts of Shaolin Temple, it is true that all kinds of Buddhism need to be urged by the internal force of Buddhism, the old monk does not speak, and proclaims Amitabha Buddha, but he still does not let go, just bows his head and recites the Buddha's name.

Wan Yankang saw that the old monk did not enter the oil and salt, and couldn't help but be a little annoyed: "The master keeps saying that the cultivation of Buddhism is important, and you need to know that the Buddha cut meat to serve the eagle and sacrificed himself to feed the tiger, and now Shaolin is so self-cherished by the martial arts, how can it be done by the Buddha!" ”

As soon as Wan Yankang's words came out, both of them were shocked, and the old monk raised his head and looked at Wan Yankang seriously, as if he wanted to see Wan Yankang's heart.

Wan Yankang did not dodge or dodge, and let the old monk stare at him, without any sense of timidity.

The old monk sighed and said, "The prince believes? Believe in Buddhism? ”

Wan Yankang thought seriously for a while, and then put his hands together: "The kid is a secular person, neither believes in Taoism nor Buddhism, but after the kid has studied many Buddhist scriptures and Taoist scriptures, he thinks that Buddhism and Taoism are two families, and they are all changing, and they all do not deviate from their sects, and their purposes are to persuade people to be good!" The boy is not talented, if he can ascend to the position of the great treasure in the future, he is also willing to lead by example, and persuade the people of the world to worship the Buddha, and then he should use Shaolin Quanzhen as the state religion to create a peaceful and prosperous world. ”

The old monk smiled slightly when he heard this: "Good, good, I hope the son of the world will not forget today's words, it is the blessing of my Shaolin, and it is the blessing of the people of the world!" ”

After hearing the abbot's words, Wanyankang knew that the old monk had agreed, and he couldn't help but almost jump up with joy.

The old monk said: "The son of the world is noble, and the old man should have personally accepted the apprentices, but back then, the old man had a relationship with Chongyang Zhenren, since the son of the world is a disciple of three generations in Quanzhen, he will also be a disciple of three generations in my Shaolin." ”

Wanyan Kang was so interested in seniority or something, so he nodded and agreed busily.

Tianwu laughed: "Abbot, since I met me today, it can be seen that I have a bit of fate with the prince, so it is better for me to be his master!" ”

The old monk nodded slightly: "Good." ”

Tianwu saw the abbot nodding, and said: "My Shaolin disciple of the third generation, for the wordless generation, since you have entered my door, the legal name is Wukang!" ”

"No Kang, No Kang......" Wan Yankang read it twice, how awkward it was.

He has seen some paragraphs before, saying that some surnames have to be very careful when choosing names, and those with the surname Jia can't follow the serious name, or it's fake and serious, and the surname Wu can't be followed by good words such as virtue and goodness, otherwise it is unscrupulous and unvirtuous. How do you know that such an embarrassing thing today is your turn, this wordless generation, taking his own name, has no health, isn't it cursing himself to get sick all day long!

After Tianwu saw Yan Kang's constipated face, he also recited it twice, and then he felt that the name of this method was indeed a little inappropriate, and his face showed a slightly embarrassed expression.

The old monk smiled: "The Dharma name is not very appropriate, the old man sees that your mind is a little heavy, and there seems to be too many worries, so I call it worry-free, I hope you can worry less from now on." ”

Wan Yankang let out a sigh of relief, and hurriedly bowed down and said, "Worry-free, thank the abbot for his name!" ”

The old monk said: "Since the prince has entered my Shaolin, although he is a lay disciple, he also needs to be shaved in the temple." ”

The old monk was reasonable, and Wanyankang agreed. I parachuted into Shaolin, and I didn't come to play, at least I had to stay for two or three years, and I couldn't mix in the middle of a bunch of monks with long hair, which was too eye-catching, and it was not good for me to learn Jiuyang Divine Skills!

After Yan Kang nodded, the old monk said again: "Since the prince has entered my Shaolin, he needs to follow the various rules and precepts of my Shaolin in the temple!" ”

"Since you have entered the temple, you are not a son of the world, the abbot and the master can rest assured!" After finishing speaking, Yan Kang was secretly happy in his heart, this old monk seemed to have left some space to speak, the temple needs to abide by the rules and precepts, and there is no need to go out of Shaolin.

When the old monk and Tianwu saw that Yan Kang was so good, they secretly praised it in their hearts. The old monk said slowly: "Don't worry, since you have entered my Shaolin, your secular identity is only known to Lao Qu and Tianwu, and you must not publicize it to the outside world, so as not to cause trouble!" ”

Wan Yankang naturally agreed, but he just thought that the old monk would not let him play privileges in the temple.

In the words of the old monk, there is a heavy meaning that is not explained. Although Shaolin Temple is now under the rule of Jin Guo, almost all of the hundreds of people up and down the temple are Han Chinese.

"Don't worry, you come forward, the old man will shave you."

Wan Yankang took two steps forward, the old monk reached out and pressed Wan Yankang gently, and Wan Yankang knelt down.

The old monk didn't take a razor, but reached out and brushed Wan Yankang's head a few times, stroking it for a week.

A thin and warm big hand swept across Wan Yankang's head, and the black silk fell in front of him.